With Buddha tattooed on my neck
I feel like I might finally have a vague understand of serenity
Submerge my worries in drunken logic and suddenly i am floating
Unable to keep my feet on the ground
I make a habit of leaving cupboards open
With my drunken intentions
I lay my head in your lap
You twirl my curls in your fingers trying to wrap yourself within me
You're a rotating romantic
My mother once told me to love softly, for love is fragile
It was then I realised that my mother had never been in love
For
Love is a backstabbing bitch
Love is merciful
Love is red
Love is rage
Love is quiet
Love is not fragile
Fragile is,
My hand in yours at the end of the night
When we're too screwed up to function, on the verge of passing out, and you give my fingers one final squeeze
I fight the sleep that is inevitable
I watch as you dream with your mouth shut tight
I imagine words of affection fighting to break free begging to make love to my ears
